Touch Starved God Learns Emotions, Immediately Forgets How To Hold Still

Touch starved god learns emotions, immediately forgets how to hold still

Loki is SO tactile. He starts off performing, still the sharp, composed version of himself he thinks he has to be. the controlled gestures, the careful posture, the way he only moves when he needs to, like he’s conserving himself. like he doesn’t believe he’s allowed to be anything more.

as the series goes on he becomes looser, more expressive. Touching his chest, reaching out, grasping.

Like he’s becoming real, tangible, soft.

Loki moves like someone who wasnt allowed to take up space for so long and then suddenly, he has to. initially his hands are calculated, with deliberate little flicks.

But as he unravels as he becomes, his hands follow. His expressions soften, his face stops being a mask and starts being his. he gestures more, presses his hands to his chest when he talks, reaches out when he’s feeling something too much. like every emotion is too big to keep inside. like he’s overflowing.

Loki moves like someone who spent centuries as a shadow and is only now realizing he has a body. he gestures like he’s afraid he’ll disappear if he stops. like he’s trying to prove to himself that he’s here, that he’s real.

he presses a hand to his chest when he talks, like he’s grounding himself. like he’s checking. am i still here? is this still me? he grips his own arms, his own wrists, like he has to hold himself in. like he might spill out otherwise.

his body used to be a tool: graceful, deceptive, a weapon. but now? now it’s his. awkward, shaky, hesitant. he fidgets. he trembles. he holds onto himself because he doesn’t know who else will. (cough mobius cough)